Perhaps...

Just maybe...

Trudging through each day, each year

Weary of worries and whys

Those once-ubiquitous fancies

No longer shine our eyes

Youth sees no chicanery

Young vision’s so myopic

But time reveals reality

Our world is quite dystopic

Yet still we toil, and plod, and dream

Clinging to the scraps

The bits of kind humanity,

That make us feel,

Perhaps…

Reviews

[TrimarcoRansome]

very thought provoking!!

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Trimarco!

[Angi]

I long for those myopic days! Now I worry about all around me and it is exhausting! Seriously Rita, this piece makes one think and worry and HOPE for our kids. What else can we do but toil and plod and dream? Angi~

[Rita L. Sev]

Yep. On we plod. Thanks, Angi!

[Jack...]

I re-met an old friend a year ago I hadn't seen in 30+ years and after a lengthy conversation. she said to me, I'm glad you never grew up. I still like to look at the bright side of things. I still find adventure everyday and yes I know that things are not so good around the world, but I still like to pretend they are wonderful. I may grow up some day...perhaps. Very nice Rita. You have a way of saying things that really hit home.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, Jack! I used to be described as an optimist. Now I say that I am a realist - I see the bad and the good; but, I choose to focus on the good. Hope keeps me moving forward.

[Frieda P]

Oh shoot Rita, I was feeling old this morning as it was....nice one, 'perhaps', yes.

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, but Hope keeps us young! Thanks!

[Baby Ricochet]

I had to read this a couple of times to get it down. "Clinging to scraps" is the best line to me.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Mark. I feel like I got a little fancy with the big words in this one - went a bit too "English teacher". Glad you appreciated that line!

[SteveB]

Lovely. As a man of a "certain age" I appreciate works that point out the changes that occur as we age. The rose colered glasses come off and we are forced to see the world as it is. But it is your ending that I love - the "perhaps" which still hints at hope. Perhaps hope despite the evidence but hope nonetheless.
Well done with the ryhme and the rythmn. And I am a sucker for aliteration so the second line is perfect for me.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Steve. I too am "of a certain age" - in my youth I was a bright-eyed optimist, but time has made me a realist. I still see the good, and the hope. I am a teacher, so I guess that is why I must hope.

[redflutterby]

How true your words are. Our view changes with age. Both for the good and bad. Despite the latter we march on finding some hope in a better tomorrow. Wonderful write here Rita!!

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Red. I try to walk in hope (though easier some days than others).

[Mufaro Kudakwashe Josep..]

I Liked the ending..... perhaps leaving it to the imagination :-)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you. Tried to end this with a hopeful note. :)

[Dr. Wood ?]

have no idea what dystopic is.....but this poem is great...I like to write like this..get a message in so few lines....It packs a punch alright and should be reviewed more...Where are those readers?

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you. Just posted this yesterday, and didn't r/r it - just a random thought. "Dystopic" is the adjective form of "dystopia" - a thoroughly messed-up society (opposite of "utopia").